‘No, she probably won’t. But that’s one of the reasons I love her,’ he said. ‘Because she doesn’t take it lying down, because she stands up for herself. You’ve never complained about anything before, love, don’t start whining now. You know I cannot stand it.’

She came out of the bathroom then, and looked at us.

‘Do you want me to go, so you can sort all this out?’ she asked.

She didn’t even look at me when she said that—just gestured to where I stood.

‘It’s all sorted,’ he said, looking straight into my eyes and left the house with her.

But it’s not sorted—it’s not fucking sorted! I wanted to scream at him, I didn’t.

If he thinks I am going to just move aside and let him replace me, it’s not going to happen. This is my marriage—even if it has been a lie, it has been my lie. I am not going to let some upstart come and ‘sort it out’ for me. Not without a cost. Someone has to pay because I don’t have anything to lose anymore.

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‘Timing is everything.’ I hate it when people say that. I hate it because it has been the bane of my life. Timing has fucked with me.

A minute earlier and my mother would have given birth to me naturally. Instead, the doctor said I’d been in there a minute too long and was suffocating. They did a Caesarian on her. They cut her up bad and sewed her back up even worse. She’s always held me responsible for her scarred stomach. For the stitches that itch even now when she has a full bladder and because she couldn’t have more kids. Timing!

A minute earlier and I would’ve made the cut-off time to submit applications to my dream college. I’d always known what I’d be when I grew up. I hadn’t known I’d never get the chance. Timing!

A minute later and my mother would’ve come back home. She would’ve been home and I wouldn’t have gone to that boy’s house. Remember the boy, the Fucker? I lost my virginity because of a single minute. He told everyone. I became a slut. Timing!

A minute later and it would have been someone else’s aunt calling Hubby’s mum to ‘settle’ the alliance. Instead my aunt’s call went through first. But for timing, someone else would have been married to Hubby …